The Song (Geeta)

A hollow bamboo can
turn the passing Wind
into a Sweet Song

One filled with his Own
Sap will be mute and dumb
When all of Creation laughs
and Sings.

If the hum of life’s Sweet Song
has to be heard, empty. Empty
yourself of yourself.

The Sweetness, the Melody, and the Fragrance
of the Divine Song shall be You.
When you let yourself be absorbed
into the Master’s Will.